A Foreign Soldier in a Strange Land.
Here is a true story, told by Colonel Coats, the humane old soldier who devoted his life, unto death itself, to the cause of the wounded in that exotic hospital which was the Dome in Brighton during the First World War. 1914-1918.
In the first days of the fighting, when our organization in France was still in the improvised stage, a wounded Indian, of the Mohammedan faith, was picked up unconscious on the battle field and sent to Brighton. He arrived still unconscious. He was placed in a bed in the Dome. Consciousness returned to him. He opened his eyes, he saw, he wondered.
He saw above him the great arch of the Dome, pierced with coloured transparencies, patterned with intricate arabesques, rich with symbolic devices. From it, high over his head, hung the great central chandelier, its ten thousand crystals flashing with prismatic hues. Around him was a wide circle of Saracenic arches picked out in gold, and each bearing a lamp that seemed a cluster of diamonds. On the broad capital of a pillar in front of him he could read the Koranic text, written in the flowing Arabian characters,